Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Association to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.